Lyrics:
Scene: After his capture, Flash is taken to a secret hideout to have
His brain cleansed, and his mind conditioned.
Flash, Mr. Black and the Mad
Of why we have to send out men to war
Let's impeach the president for spyin'
On citizens inside their own homes
Breaking every law in the country
By
have thought this man in black was soft
And had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in
And it wasn't to pray
Yeah, he
could have thought
This man in black
Was soft and had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack
Came in and it wasn't to pray
Of why we have to send our men to war
Let's impeach the president for spyin'
On citizens inside their own homes
Breaking ev'ry law in the country
By
paint
The black man with a gun in his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they
God did not make me a fearful person
The only fear I have, is my failure to adhere his path
I would love it just to hear this back
On the ghetto
account
That I get him every issue when the thang comes out
Sit back and let his puffy clown hair come out
And let his black side arm wrestle his white
you. You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up
)
(It's a new life for me, for me, for me, for me)
(Ooh, ooh, and I'm feelin' good)
Yeah uh, and I'll never let my son have an ego
He'll be nice
even half black
You ain't 'posed to have that, homie, let me grab that
And that Flavor Flav clock, we gon' have to snatch that"
All I remember is
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
They started french kissing so he didn't see moi
And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch
Music up loud with his head in the cloud
Turn that
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
And to keep yourself from longing to let
Those painted waves take you under
It isn't just the water black that makes
The body plunder from high sea cliffs
I
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
conditions
Most Blacks with money have been beaten to submission
Yeezy with the big house, did it way different
Never listen to Hollywood producers
Don't
because he was way to real
I don't know why but he's just so fly
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight
on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me
Everything you know is wrong
Black is
the monster, would make sense if it was dark
Everybody needs friends, okay
If you got the light inside you know you need the black!
If you want to shine way
toting, drinking
Riding on our motherfucking enemies
Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Joe, you're making a terrible mistake i'm
Not gonna let you make it
disorder
It's the way we all find
And I speak is all you need
Let the future by
YouTube over genius
Gliding over liquor
Salting the short in 2010
He
never saw me this way
He always told me donÃ?t let the devil have his due
And I know my father would turn over in his grave
To see me hog tied
on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he
Discuss these let the black have his way by roosevelt sykes Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In